A/N: This is the first in a series of one-shots, because I love Harry Potter and just want to share all my random chapter ideas with you! This one is set at Fred's funeral (sob!).

Harry turned away from the crowd of mourners outside the Burrow, tears burning in his own emerald green eyes. He could not watch Mrs Weasley, encased in the arms of her weeping husband, nor could he watch George, who knelt sobbing by Fred's grave while Ron and Percy tried to comfort him. Hermione was hanging on to Ron's hand. Ginny watched the whole thing, apart from the rest of her family, refusing to cry. Harry admired her for that.

He could not suppress the raging guilt that he possessed for Fred's death. He wished with all his heart that Fred had not been killed, or Lupin, or Tonks. Or any of the people that had died for him and his cause.

He walked into the deserted house and up the twisting stairs to the room that he still shared with Ron. Mrs Weasley had lovingly insisted that he live with them until he had 'gotten settled'. He had no objections to this, and neither did Hermione, who was treated likewise.

He whipped off the cloak, which he had used in order to detach himself from the scene without fuss, and threw it down upon his bed. He perched beside it, head in his hands, trying to hold back his tears.

The light footsteps did not bring him any closer to sanity. He thought that it might be Hermione, and, as much as he loved her, he did not need her at that moment.

"Harry?"

Ginny hovered in the doorway, her black robes contrasting beautifully with her flame red hair and porcelain pale skin. Her brown eyes were wide and tear-filled, but she was not yet crying.

Harry gave her a weak smile. He and Ginny had not spoken for weeks, not since Fred's death. At every meal there had been an awkward silence between them as they sat side by side and whenever they happened to look at each other at the same time, one of them had always looked away.

"Are you okay?" he had to ask, even though he thought it was rather a stupid question. Ginny smiled slightly.

"Not really" she sat on Ron's bed opposite, facing Harry, "Mum and George are the ones I really feel for, though"

"Me too" Harry murmured, distracted by the sound of the sobbing Mrs Weasley floating through the bedroom window. Ginny leaned towards him, her face suddenly earnest.

"But it is over, Harry" she said gently, reaching out for his hand. Harry could not look into her eyes – he just stared dumbly down at her hand, intertwined with his. He could not think, at that moment, about anything other than the tragedy of Fred Weasley's death.

"What do you mean?" he finally managed to look up into those beautiful, familiar eyes. They took him back to those sunlit days at Hogwarts, those months when everything had been perfect – when he had lived the life of someone other than himself.

"Voldemort's gone now, Harry" her voice was soft, persuasive, "There's nothing to stop us now. No-one to hold me hostage or to torture you, or to try to kill you. It's just us now. Everything can be normal again"

Harry snorted, "And when was it ever normal before?" he inquired, a little smile twisting his lips. Ginny smiled too.

"Well, never, I suppose. But now it can be"

"But is this really what you want?" Harry asked, looking down once again at their hands. Ginny looked at him as if it was the stupidest thing he had ever asked her, or anyone, come to that.

"Would I be here if it wasn't?" Ginny asked in return, rolling her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him, very lightly, on the mouth. Harry froze. Ginny pulled away.

"What do you say?" she asked him, and for the first time in their ever changing relationship, she looked self-conscious.

"I say what is it with us and funerals?" Harry joked feebly. Ginny laughed loudly, smiling widely, though she still had tears in her eyes. She moved across the small gap that separated them and slid onto Harry's lap, settling herself there and kissing him lovingly. This time, Harry responded, his fingers all tangled up in her vermillion hair.

"Mum'll be pleased" said Ginny after what felt like hours, "She always said that we should try to keep you in the family"

Harry grinned, "Planning ahead a bit, aren't you?"

Ginny shrugged, "Someone has to"